Coconut, Sweet Potato, Eggplant, Curried Rice

Last night coconut, sweet potato, eggplant, curried rice with quinoa was just one of the dishes we served in the park to an estimated crowd of over two hundred hungry people. Yesterday, I was working all day to get ready to go down to the city. We laid out the veggies to be chopped and the bowls, chopping board, knife, and peeler for Kevin. I got out the stock pots and skillet; brought the rice, roaster pan, and spices up from the basement. I gave Kevin instructions to get him started, then went to Giant to get the ground beef for the soup. (They had a great sale.) Kevin chopped up a storm. He chopped cabbage, onions, eggplant, homegrown kohlrabi, carrots, ginger, white zucchini, parsley, and celery. I put frozen beef broth into the large stockpot and started that cooking. April and her boys had arrived with more ingredients. She chopped sweet potatoes  and drained the water from a coconut and then sent Aidan out to smash it. She pureed it, turning it into coconut milk. We sauteed quinoa and put it in with the sweet potatoes that were cooking along with some onions and garlic and ginger and turmeric in the nine quart stockpot on the back burner. The smells were wonderful!

Kevin left just after noon. April and the boys left about 1. I made two rice cookers full of rice and got two roaster pans in the oven to slow cook, one for the headline dish, the second for a beans and rice with vegetables. I fried up 15 pounds of hamburger and chopped onion for the soup and added that. At. 3pm, I sat down. I thought I was going to check my email. I promptly fell asleep. ten minutes later the phone rang. I fell asleep for another ten minutes after that then up again to clean out the car and load up for a full crew. I made another trip to Giant to get the 10 gallons of iced tea and the cups and hot sauce. Deacon Herman and Ephrem showed up and I put them to work. Brian showed up and we finished loading and we left promptly at 7.

We had about 75 power packs from St. Philip’s vacation church school. Fr. Victor and Bob were waiting at the park for us with more than a hundred power packs from St. Stephen’s Cathedral, so we had enough to distribute to everyone who was in the line when we got there. What a blessing!

After we ran out of sandwiches and we were almost out of food, some young people showed up with sandwiches and bananas. They just joined our line and started handing things out without introducing themselves. they just walked into the middle of the bench and set their stuff down and started serving. One of our ladies came over and said i should come over and give them some direction, so I did. That’s how I discovered how they operated. I found that kind of funny. They said they had been down before. I asked them who they were with. They said they were with Keystone Church. They just sort of come out whenever they feel like it. I need to commend them for feeling like helping the homeless. I did gently let them know that we did this every week for 24 years. They would be welcome to join us. I was tempted to let them know about the whole health dept. regulation and all that, but they were just giving out sandwiches and I had more pressing ministry concerns to deal with at that moment. They were meeting a need in Jesus’ Name, if not in the most courteous manner. I’ve never been accused of that. (as the writer runs and hides form flying rotten tomatoes)

So we hung out and talked with several of the people. Then the rest of the crew got in the car and tried to leave without me. They repented and stopped and let me into the car. We dropped off Anthony at his son’s place, made our usual stop at Sunoco to see Shamyra, then home to Souderton. Of course, all along the way, we had lively discussion, mostly centered around music. Once again, I broadened the cultural horizons of most in the car by introducing them to the music of yet another ordinary looking white guy. (Don’t worry, Vera, Dn. Herman wasn’t that impressed with this guy. Maybe I’ll have better luck next time.) I arrived home well after 10pm. It was a long, exhausting, very much worthwhile day.

I forgot to mention the coconut, sweet potato, eggplant, curried rice with quinoa and lemon was a big hit!

Thank you to all who donate and all who pray to help keep this ministry going. Thank you to all the sandwich makers and the people who sort through clothes and those who garden and remember us with your produce. May God bless you.

More service, fewer services

I shared an article about the ministry on an Orthodox Facebook page and the moderator asked me if we were Orthodox, because it wasn’t mentioned anywhere in the article. I replied that I didn’t think we needed to be sounding our trumpets when doing good works, did we? And as far as whether we are orthodox or not, Jesus will sort that out according to Matthew 25 at the last day, now won’t He? Then I gave him a run down of who attended which jurisdiction’s churches. Then I left that group. I think we really need to be more concerned about serving Christ than which service and how many we are attending. If those officiating those services do not equip us to do works of service, they are not performing their God assigned functions according to Ephesians 4.

If we get so busy going to services that we never do any service, then the church just becomes like Amway without any soap.

“You are the salt of the earth; but if the salt loses its flavor, how shall it be seasoned? It is then good for nothing but to be thrown out and trampled underfoot by men.”
– Jesus Christ   (Matthew 5:13)

It Can’t Be Time to Stop!

April and our grandsons helped me make the pot of turkey gumbo and a big roaster pan of beans, rice and zucchini for last night. It was a hardy soup with the meat and broth from a whole roasted turkey, 2 pounds of chopped red sweet peppers, 2 fennels, 2 pounds of okra, 2 diced onions, 2 pounds of sliced carrots, 1-1/2 pounds of quartered radishes, 2 pounds of chopped beets, 2 chopped kohlrabi, fresh corn from 10 ears, fresh basil, fresh parsley, turmeric, chicken broth, fresh garlic, a diced ginger root, and fresh ground black pepper.

I washed out the large, agate, turkey roaster pan and put the zucchini mixture that April had made. It had a jalapeno pepper, onion, sweet red pepper, and all sorts of seasonings, sauteed in olive oil. I made a rice cooker full of whole grain rice with some turmeric added to the water. I mixed in the rice, three cans of black beans and added a couple of tablespoons of cocoa powder, a bit more water and stirred it all up. Then I put the lid on and put it in the oven to slow roast at 180 for 4 hours.

I cleaned up the kitchen and loaded up the TKJ-mobile with the baked goods, the crackers and chips. I went to Giant and bought the 10 gallons of iced tea and 350 hot/cold cups and more spoons and another bottle of hot sauce. I filled the hand washing station with hot water and loaded that in the car. Kristi brought a few loaves of sandwiches. Brian arrived and helped me remember the spoon and ladle. Then Serge arrived with several more loaves of sandwiches. So it was 7 and Brian and I left for the city. At 8, we arrived at 1801 Vine in center city. Billy and his wife, Julie, and their two daughters were there along with Stephen and Anthony. They and a couple of the other guys helped us unload and set up. The line was all the way across the park already. Bob arrived with his homemade cookies. A couple of young people from Inner-City Mission were playing guitar and singing and using a cardboard box for percussion. We got all set up. Billy asked the musicians to stop for a moment so he could say a blessing for the food. Then we started serving.

A few more volunteers arrived and joined the line. We ran out of everything. The McGraws showed up with pasta and sauce just as we ran out of soup and beans and rice. Everyone who was there when we arrived got something to eat, but some who arrived later got very little or nothing. We saw several new faces we had never seen before. Several of these were very frustrated and agitated at having missed out on dinner. Once the major cuts in food stamps kick in in November, I can’t imagine what the situation will be.

I just can’t imagine it would be God’s will for us to stop now. We are in an impossible situation, financially and vocationally. The business is closed. Bethann is out of work and unemployment is running out. No one has registered for the Hummus Open golf tournament. I do have a woodworking job next week. There are some projects at Cogsville that we hope will start to pay off. A couple of donations came in from new donors in the last couple of days.

The need is just too great. People need to step up. This is not the time for us to be quitting. The safety net in place since the Great Depression has been largely dismantled. It’s time to put up or shut up. That’s on top of the fact that it would just kill me to stop. This is not just something I happen to do on Thursday nights. It is when I am most fully alive. Maybe it’s as simple as that old song: “Everybody eats when they come to my house!”

I’m sure it’s not. I’m sure there are better reasons to give than to make me happy. Consider this. If this ministry folds and November comes, there may be blood running in the streets. Ours is not the only ministry that is underfunded. The spirit of meanness has infected much of the country. Even though tax rates are down and stocks are up, nothing is trickling down and charitable giving has declined, because the super-rich don’t give to the poor. Most giving to the poor comes from the lower middle class. There is hardly any lower middle class left. Seriously, this country is not prepared for what is going to happen when people run out of food, and worse yet, run out of food for their children, due to the meanness of these legislators and their worship of Ayn Rand atheism.

May God have mercy and deliver us from our foolishness and greed.

Golden Souls


“You make golden vessels, but Christ himself is starving. You make golden chalices, but fail to offer cups of cold water to the needy. Christ, as a homeless stranger, is wandering around and begging, and instead of receiving Him you make decorations.

“If you wish to honor the Eucharistic Victim, offer your own soul for which the Victim was immolated. Make your own soul all of gold. If your soul remains viler than lead or clay, what good does it do to have a golden chalice? Do you wish to honor the Body of Christ? Then do not disdain Him when you see Him in rags. After having honored Him in Church with silken vestments, do not leave Him to die of cold outside for lack of clothing. For it is the same Jesus Who says, “This is My Body” and Who says “I was hungry but you would not feed Me. Whenever you refused to help one of these least important ones, you refused to help me.” The Body of Christ in the Eucharist demands pure souls, not costly garments. But in the poor He demands all our care. Let us act wisely. Let us honor Christ as He Himself wishes to be honored; the most acceptable honor to one whom we would honor is the honor which He desired, not that which we ourselves imagine. Peter thought he was honoring his Master by not letting the Lord wash his feet; and yet it was just the opposite. Give Him the honor which He Himself has asked for, by giving your money to the poor. Once again what God wants is not so much golden chalices but golden souls.”

St. John Chrysostom

Don’t just get chills and hit the “like” button. “Likes” don’t help us feed the homeless anymore than church attendance does. Hit the Donate button. We serve the homeless and the poor. If we would only work together, we could end homelessness in this country. Start by making a donation. Continue by making it monthly.

God bless you for honoring the Body of Christ.

Is this how it ends?

It is becoming apparent to me that this ministry is really not valued by the church. There are a few who are involved and are faithful, but not enough to sustain it and make it effective to really meet the needs that need to be met.

Soon I will be homeless. That will end the Thursday night meals. No one else has bothered to get the food prep certification. There has not been real organizational cohesion. People want to piggy back on what I have done and the battles I have fought over the years to do their own thing, but don’t embrace the over-arching vision for the ministry.

I have been trying for over a month to write some sort of article that would move people to give. I did write the article about when the money runs out. Then I wrote about Poverty Porn. We received a lot of likes, but no donations. We have been promoting the golf tournament, but no one has registered. I have occasionally wondered how I would know it would be time to stop this ministry. I have given others the advice from Scripture that it is “accepted according to what one has and not according to what he does not have.” (2 Cor. 8:12) One cannot and should not give what one does not have. It doesn’t make sense to me that it should be now that we should stop. We won the court battle. We have an opportunity to really make a difference and possibly end homelessness in Philadelphia. But clearly the resources have run dry. I receive no support either pastoral or budgeted from our church or any encouragement from the leadership, quite the contrary. I get only discouragement there. I finally make the move to rebuild the icon business into a modern shopping cart and it totally tanks, so I closed it. Bethann has been trying to get a job for a year to no avail, even though she got additional training, so insurance costs are through the roof.

Very few people have embraced the vision of this ministry. We are not just there on Thursday nights occasionally to assuage our middle class guilt or to provide an opportunity for our kids to do their required community service hours. We are there to meet Christ and perhaps to be surprised by grace. There is more going on than just Thursday nights. There are the furniture and Operation: Clean Start deliveries, the midnight phone calls, the emergency food deliveries, the counselling of people in crisis, the help with rent and phones and prescriptions. Then there is the cooking of the soup and the beans and rice, the coordinating of volunteers, writing the blog and the newsletter, trying to raise support. Suing the city just to continue serving with the meetings that that involves, networking with other ministries and organizations. Developing a long range plan to end homelessness. Trying to work with Mount Moriah Cemetery, but lacking volunteer support to do so.

People have said, why don’t you work with FOCUS, as if the money would magically appear from somewhere else, if we did that. We tried to do that, several years ago. They said we did not meet their criteria. We have been serving for 24 years. We have people involved from all different Orthodox jurisdictions. They didn’t like that we were located outside the city and travelling in. I pointed out that almost all of the members of the city churches, and many of the priests, were in that same category. This is part of our mission, to get resources from the suburbs into the city. Philadelphia is a region. We did not fit their cookie cutter, so they are exploring something that fits their cookie cutter view rather than helping strengthen a going concern.

Thanks to the GOP sequester, Bethann’s unemployment compensation has been delayed and reduced twice (which is a breach of the social contract, since that is an insurance that employees pay for). It is not even enough to pay for health insurance. It may  barely cover utilities. Now contributions have stagnated, even though I put out a mailing to thousands of customers and church members. I am told to be positive. I am sorry. I just don’t see how. I have been thinking for weeks trying to see how. And just seeing our state and federal governments doing one nasty thing after another to hurt the poor and the middle class to benefit the super rich and big corporations; I don’t see how me speaking out will hurt things any more than they already have been. Why should I just quietly become homeless, without at least trying to make some people understand that what is happening in our state and in our country is mean-spirited and hurts real people.

We have been working hard to try to make things work. We get criticized for the decisions we made. I felt wrong for keeping extra money that was given generously to help. I used it, I thought, in a synergistic way to hire a brother, whom the church was neglecting, who was on the verge of homelessness, to help modernize my business, not knowing that the rug was going to be pulled out from under me by my former best friend, in an email.

At this juncture, I am looking for some type of full time employment. I don’t know if I can handle it with my health and the migraines and the strokes. We can’t live on nothing. The King’s Jubilee receives enough in monthly support to keep the tank filled with gas, insure the TKJ-mobile, and to buy the paper products, iced tea and produce, etc., for Thursday nights. If I get a job, I will have to close down the ministry. It’s as simple as that. I can’t do both. This is extremely painful for me, literally.

Once again, we are three months behind on our mortgage, but this time there are no orders at Somebody came to our rescue and paid our insurance for June, We squeaked by for July and nothing for any of our other bills. We can’t let coverage lapse with Bethann’s pacemaker and my history of strokes. And, no, there is no government safety net.

The right wing lie was the government should get out of the business of helping people because it was getting in the way of the church. Well, it’s out of the way now. I don’t see the church anywhere. The need has multiplied. We should be out there. But it’s just the same token service on our terms.

I am sorry that I have failed so miserably. I am not attractive and upbeat. I am not a sports or TV star. I am apparently not charismatic or persuasive. So the homeless will continue to suffer on my account. The 30 to 50 strokes have made me even more dark and intense about things. Sorry. On the bright side, we may be losing our home and our internet connection soon and this website will come down and you won’t have to hear from me any more.

We looked for the church for 25 years so we wouldn’t have to stand alone in ministry. We thought we had found it. Yet, when we and this ministry were facing the worst trials we had ever seen, we stood utterly alone, with no pastoral support or encouragement. And now the money is gone and I am just so tired of the criticisms and of having to beg and of people telling me they won’t give to help the poor, because of this or that or the other of my personal decisions or statements. What does it matter what I say?

“Poverty Porn”

Megan Kelley of Upworthy recently coined the term “poverty porn.” I like it. I wish I had come up with it. Here is what she wrote:

Too many ads for charities use what I call “poverty porn” to get at viewers’ wallets for hefty donations. Depressing music, sad-eyed children, starving animals … the list goes on. But who wants to be pitied!? Here’s to respecting people, not pitying them.

I have always cringed at the mailings from “rescue missions” with photos of toothless, dirty men in frayed, ragged, patched clothing, sometimes slumped on a curb. The truth is, just about any person I see in a grocery store could be homeless or pass for homeless. On many occasions, our own volunteers have attempted to serve me. I have never taken offence. Several of them, on the other hand, have felt the need to apologize. They shouldn’t. They didn’t know me and were just being hospitable.

Let’s look a little deeper at this approach. I think it goes hand in hand with the fact that it is easier to get a team of volunteers to travel cross country to spend a week working in Philadelphia than it is to get people from the suburbs to commit to a similar venture. They would rather go to Chicago or Appalachia, even though it costs them more.

I think the problems are that we don’t want the needy people to look like us, because that makes us feel less secure and less superior. People are always talking about a “hand up instead of a hand out.” That is the language of paternalism and superiority, not of almsgiving and of Christian equality. Just because someone is poor does not mean they should be stripped of their freedom. As St. John Chrysostom said, when you give a man alms, you give him his freedom. We feel the need to judge to make sure that the recipients of our generosity are truly needy and worthy of the gifts. so if he looks and talks and dresses just like me, well, he should just work for it like I did after all! People like to travel to help people because then it will be too inconvenient to go back there next week and the week after to help. The crying need is a safe distance away. Whereas, if it is within an easy commute, one might find it harder to resist or to make an excuse not to do something about it. After all, most of our suburban parishes are the result of white flight from the city. Do we really want to go back and revisit the devastation left behind?

I was raised in an upper middle class household. My parents met in law school. They were friends with Kay and Harry Reasoner (CBS News). McGeorge Bundy (JFK & LBJ Administrations) is my cousin. Ike kissed me as a baby. We entertained governors, senators, congressmen, lawyers, judges, captains of industry in our homes, growing up in Minnesota. I knew two vice-presidents. I skied with a state senator. I spoke freely with them all. We also entertained mailmen, mechanics, plumbers, florists, waitresses, bartenders, caddies, doormen, and janitors at the same parties. My folks were Republican. We entertained people of both parties, and of all races and nationalities and religions. My folks taught me that people are people and that everyone pulls their pants on one leg at a time. This agrees with what I learned in Sunday School and seminary: “God is no respecter of persons.” [Acts 10:34]

So the fact that I debated Sen. Walter Mondale on Oct. 24, 1968, regarding his misguided support of the Vietnam War is less significant to me than that I got to look Mark Jones in the eyes on July 25, 2013, and wish him well, and he me, as we were breaking bread on the parkway.

So we don’t put out the pathetic images of inferior looking people. That’s not who we serve. We serve you.

Zoning and interstate highways have separated us from each other. We live in class segregated communities by and large. We help bridge the gap. Yes. We have opportunities for people to get involved in specific projects. For most people in our specialized and scheduled world, that is not always feasible, practical or efficient. The best way for most people to serve is to send money (which is your denatured labor) and accompany it with prayer. We do our best to serve with dignity and respect. We receive no government funds or budgeted church support. We serve in Jesus’ Name. We live by faith.

May God bless you as you bless the poor in Jesus’ Name.

Another Fun Night in the Park

Deacon Herman and I arrived at the park behind the Galusha Pennypacker statue at about 8pm last night. Fr. Chris, Billy and his wife, Anthony, Stephen, and another volunteer were already there and set up. (Sorry Mrs. Billy and “another volunteer.” My swiss cheese brain does even worse with names than it used to.) The line of mostly men already stretched from the park benches to beyond Galusha’s boots on the other side of the park. We added the soup, the handwashing station, the beans/rice/corn, the sandwiches, 10 gallons of iced, tea, more hard-boiled eggs, and baked goods, to the oranges, hard-boiled eggs, peanuts, and baked goods to what Fr. Chris had brought.

Fr. Chris made sure we were all in our places and said a blessing. We began to serve. Philip and Esther McGraw arrived with more peanuts, more sandwiches and pasta with tomato sauce & beef (I think). Stephen had taken hard-boiled eggs to the far end of the line and handed them out all down the line. This helps keep order. The guys have something satisfying to eat right away, or they can choose to keep it for later. When Philip arrived he did the same thing with the bags of peanuts in the shell. Then he manned the hot sauce bottle. I was serving the beans, rice and corn, vegetarian alternative. It was a huge crowd. We were serving for about 45 minutes. There were probably close to 200 people there, but everyone got something. Many got seconds and thirds. That is a lot of people for this early in the month. People were very grateful. So many people expressed heartfelt thanks. So I need to pass that on to all of you. I can only do what I do because of what people give me. You are the almsgivers. I am just an irritant, a nudge, and a facilitator to get those alms to where they are needed.

So thank you. God bless you.

I delivered Alex’s lifeline phone and mail to him. He uses our address. I put out the one little bag of clothing I had to give away. We had a few other conversations. Daniel asks for payer for continued healing for his wife, Sadie. He is going for a scan for a large growth on his face to see if it is cancerous. Please keep Daniel and Sadie and their children in your prayers. Sweeter, kinder people are hard to find; and they have had a tough run.

Stephen and Anthony cleaned up and loaded the TKJ-mobile. Fr. Christos and I had a good conversation. Dn. Herman got to catch up on life and times with the McGraws. Then we left. We dropped off Anthony at his son’s place, being careful to keep the windows and doors shut. We have had strange encounters on that corner. Then we proceeded home listening to great music and talking about Bob Dylan, Hank Williams, Blind Lemon Jefferson, Blind Willie Johnson and Blind Willie McTell. Of course, we stopped on the way at the Sunoco to say hello to Shamyra.

But we could not have had all that fun, were it not for a whole lot of preparation. Last year Anthony and I took a three hour course over at the city morgue building. That’s where the health dept. offices are. That is how we got the permit to prepare hot food to serve. I also filed for a permit, which by agreement they have to grant, to serve on Thursday nights in the park at 18th & Vine Sts. Our daughter, Lydia, made and froze four quarts of chicken broth last week. She doesn’t waste anything. We raised her well. On her way over to drop those off along with some other garden produce for us, she stopped by a roadside stand to see if she could pick up some bargains. Our little granddaughter told the lady that it was for the homeless, so Lydia told her the whole story about the increasing need, etc. The farmer was delighted to help. She had some corn and some cabbage that she was not comfortable selling at the stand and was going to feed it to her sheep, but would be much happier if people would eat it. The sheep did not need it. She gave us three huge heads of cabbage and about 4 dozen ears of corn. There was nothing al all wrong with it! I made sure of that. I tasted the corn as we were processing it. It was the best that I have tasted this season. That was a real encouragement to Lydia and to us.

So yesterday morning, I went to Produce Junction to get onions, celery and radishes. I went to Giant to get 300 paper, hot/cold cups and 9 pounds of ground beef. Two of the 3 lb. packs were reduced from $8 to $4.37. I was pleased. By the time I got home, Bethann and Kevin had husked the corn. (Kevin helps with the soup every other week.) I heated up the water to blanch the corn in the soup kettle, while Kevin chopped celery and I sliced radishes. I blanched the corn. Kevin grated ginger root. I soaked, then cooked the pinto beans in the roaster pan, with some of the ginger root in the water. We blanched the sweet corn, then rinsed it to cool it down to cut it off the cobs. We put it in bowls to use later in the beans and rice. I ended up using some in the soup, as well. There was just so much! I made a rice cooker full of wholegrain rice with a handful of turmeric and a dash of olive oil. Turmeric is a natural mood elevator. Kevin kept chopping. He chopped more than enough cabbage for the soup. I had to scoop some off the top of the bowl to put in the fridge. It’s going to the shelter down the block today. He chopped three huge onions. He left just after noon, I think.

The beans finished cooking. The rice finished cooking. I combined the rice and the beans and most of the corn. The large roaster pan was full. I added some water, Lawry’s Season Salt, curry, garlic, coriander, and turmeric. Then I put that in the oven at 180 degree to slow cook.

I poured the chicken broth into the soup kettle and began to heat it up. Then I added the rest of the ginger, the radishes, the onions, celery, and cabbage. I added water, fresh ground pepper, turmeric, granulated garlic, allspice, and curry. Then I fried up the ground beef 1-1/2 pounds at a time in the cast iron skillet, cooking it thoroughly and adding it to the soup. Then I added the remaining corn. The 22 quart stock pot was full to the brim. It was a good thing. It was exactly the right amount.

Then there were the people who made sandwiches. Someone snook down my driveway and put eight loaves of sandwiches in the back of my car while I wasn’t looking. Someone in the McGraw household made the pasta dish. I don’t know who made that gross of hard-boiled eggs that Fr. Chris brought out. Four shoeboxes full of hard-boiled eggs were delivered to our house on Thursday from another family.

So our one hour of fun on the parkway on Thursday night is a little bit like those fireworks on the 4th of July. It gives the impression of a spectacular, spontaneous display, but it can only happen with a lot of forethought, work and coordination. I’m just glad that God has my back in this.

One more thought.

We could have so much more fun and do so much more good, if we had regular pledged support and didn’t have to worry about closing down every week. Please give. (Nudge.)

“Come and See” Icons, Books & Art is closed

I think it is apparent that I need to close up shop. I have experienced a number of illnesses which caused me to be a poor businessman. This meant I was not able to deliver icons in a timely fashion or pay my bills in a timely fashion either, with added medical expenses and downtime. This alienated one of my major iconographers, who had been my best friend, withdrew his collection, just as I was streamlining the site to make it more efficient as a shopping cart. He did this by email and has refused to answer any phone calls.
At this point, it is costing me more to continue, so I just need to stop. I am finishing the last orders that have been placed and that is it.
Thank you.

I don’t know how I will make a living. I was hoping to be full time serving with The King’s Jubilee. There is plenty of work to be done, but it seems the church does not want to support ministry among the poor or really want to end homelessness in Philadelphia. At this point I don’t know if we can even continue the ministry at all or even if we will end up joining the ranks of the homeless ourselves. I’m sorry. I have been told to be positive. I guess, on the positive side, that was the longest I have ever had one job. I was really quite frustrated and bored with it. Perhaps now that I am not distracted with trying to make the business succeed, I can just directly fund-raise and work on ministry, and more quickly get to our goal of ending homelessness in Philadelphia.

Please give. We need your support. Mail a check or use the Paypal button. May God bless you as you join in this work of serving the poor in Jesus’ Name.